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[Benathorn]

{ @Taiyo~ Wonderful form and a very interested character, he is indeed accepted. ^^

@Everyone~ Warriors are now full. All that is open is the male loner slot, so if any of you wish to reserve him let me know. Also, we still have the female warrior and apprentice prophecy cat's still available. PM me to let me know if you wish to obtain one of those positions.

[Taiyo]

(( yay thank you >u< I can't wait to rp Orangefury -haven't really had the chance to really develop his character fully in other rps xDD so I'm quite excited to start on this one <3 ah though it seems you've misplaced his information on the front page as a loner ;u; heehee

p.s. also is it ok if Orangefury reserves the male warrior prophecy spot then? ;u; i think it'll be an interesting twist to have him as a 'savior' since he doesn't look like the type xDDD ))

[Benathorn]

{ @Taiyo~ Oh dear, I apologize profusely for that! I've been trying my best not to mess up anyone's information so it was bound to happen it seems. D:

I shall go and change that for you and also, if anyone else see's anything that I have misplaced please let me know! You are also more then welcome to reserve the male warrior prophecy slot. I'll go ahead and have that edited now as well. ^^

[eventer.]

{ Can I snag the female warrior prophecy spot for Harestep? }

[Benathorn]

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||Healer of Skyclan||Age- 36 Moons|| ||Crush- "..."|| ||Gender- She-cat||Apprentice: Mintpaw||Tags: Open

Soft sea green eyes focused on the scenery around her. Starry skies and a perpetual forest of greenleaf laid before the she-cat; it was a scene the Healer of Skyclan experienced only in her dreams- for her world was vastly different then that of her ancestors. 'Songbird...' the slender colico turned her gaze to meet that of her deceased mentor, Branchfrost. He looked so much younger here among Starclan, not like when she last saw him just a few moons ago. With throat ripped out and his life blood seeping into the sands. Her father Buzzardstar weighed heavily on top of her, preventing her to aid her mentor and friend as he laid dying defiantly against her father's short but cruel reign. She had been forced to watch the ones she cared about most become hurt or killed. A warning that, she too, would face if she had not done as he wished. 'You think of such dark things when the past is behind you dear one.' Her thoughts had been fleeting, but she assumed Branchfrost knew exactly what had crossed the young feline's mind. "Branchfrost...I can never tell you how sorry I am for not being able to help you. My actions- I can never be forgiven...the clan doesn't know what truly happened to Buzzardstar. They simply believe he had been bitten during the ceremony to receive his nine spirits. But we both know the truth..." Her once strong voice soon trailed as she cast her eyes down at her paws in hidden shame. Buzzardstar had been poisoned by her paws, she had done so to prevent the omen Starclan had shown her from coming to fruition. But did that truly excuse her actions? The guilt she bore wore down on her everyday since those fateful moons. But now she wasn't so sure...

'Peace, my little Songbird. We have all done things that we regret, but many of those actions were taken to prevent an even worse crime to be committed. No one here among the Spirit Plains blames you for what you have done. It simply is what it was meant to be. Thus, as the snake's bite the prey, and the great thunder birds eat the snake, all things happen as they were supposed to. Remember- Mother nature is cruel sometimes because she needs to be. It is to ensure that her children live on, even if those we love perish due to her actions.' Songbird listened carefully to her mentor's wise words, yet, she still felt guilty nonetheless. "Then Mother Nature must weep often from her guilt. I refused to let my father take anymore lives so took his instead. Even though he was cruel and a murderer-- I still loved him after all he had done." Songbird looked up with blurred vision as she pulled back the tears which formed at the edges. 'Then it only proves more that you are not a monster such as he. Buzzardstar does not walk these hunting grounds Songbird. His paw prints lead to a much darker place which holds only evil spirits, but I'm afraid I have come to speak to you about ill tidings-- a great evil stalks your clan, Songbird, but it's poison spreads in the subtlest of ways.' Songbird looked up with worry etched into her mottled features, she soon grew fearful as Branchfrost's image began to disappear. "A poison you say? Are we not plagued enough by Saber? What more could possibly threaten us when our lives are hard enough as is?!"

The young Healer's voice strained as her starry world began to dissipate, darkness consumed her vision, save for a small bluebird spirit which flew swiftly across the canyon's gorge. It dove down towards the rapid water which was the clan's life source, but as the bird fallowed the winding shape of the torrents, its depth's soon grew dark and blackened. Like when a drop of blood touches a puddle of water, the cloudy mass spread beneath the surface, taking on a shape of a formless serpent. The oily snake opened its giant maw, two fangs spread wide and menacingly as poison dripped from their tips and seeped into the river. 'The great evil that has haunted your clan prowls beneath the rocks and crags where precious water flows.' Songbird could hear Branchfrost's voice but could not see the tom, her own body now that of the bluebird as it flapped frantically to get away from the water's sickly black shores. 'But there is something far darker then he which threatens your very existence. Beneath your life giving water dwells are dark serpent which has no form, but whose poison still kills all who drink at its shore. It seeps into your veins and severs your connection to your spirit, making you rage at fellow clanmates before a painful death consumes you. Skyclan will slowly rot away, if not from this formless serpent's poison, then by simply dying from lack of water. Cat's will go mad, spirits will disappear, The Sky will fall...until nothing but death and darkness remains...' As Branchfrost spoke Songbird felt the cold touches of the oily serpent's poison consume her small bird's form. Drowning and choking its little body before it convulsed and laid still, the spirit's connection to her being severed, before the image of a cat went mad and lashed out at their clanmates only to fall dead moments later.

Songbird wailed silently as she felt her connection to her spirit animal being torn away from her, and the form of the dead cat reflected her own features. The healer tried desperately to tare herself from the morbid scene, but the vision encompassed her mind and body before finally the horrid nightmare was chased away by the light wispy form of her familiar bluebird friend; still alive and looking at her with quick turns of its curious soft beady gaze. 'But there is hope little one. You must all look to your spirits that guide your paw steps. Have faith in the Sparrow, the Caracal, the Fennec fox, and the Hare, for it is they who will offer you salvation from this slow killing poison. Even when all is lost, look to the stone and sky spirits which will lead you to the formless serpent's source. It is there where everything begins and will end...' Relief filled Songbird at the tiniest grain of hope that was offered to her by her previous mentor's voice before she was suddenly, but slowly, allowed to return to her slumbering body in the world of the living.

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The calico she-cat woke with a start, her once clean mismatched fur now matted from her violent movements from her nightmares in the spirit realm. She had to calm herself as her body shivered non-stop, as if she were still plagued with that dreadful venom from the formless oily serpent. Forcing herself to come to a stand, Songbird shook her pelt before giving it a few quick licks-- the sour tang of that foul water still lingering on her fur and making her lips curl at the taste. 'A horrible omen...' She thought between licks, 'Does Branchfrost mean that our only source of water is now poisonous to us?' She shook her head heavily at it all. "And here we are struggling each day against Saber. Now we must contend with the prospect that the very water we rely upon may now kill us as well?" An overwhelming sadness laced the young she-cat's voice as she thought of her clanmates dying either a slow and painful death or instead being snatched by the jaws of the big cat which hunted them. "Oh Branchfrost...what are we to do?" Though she spoke softly she could nearly feel her voice begin to crack in a pleading tone. 'Follow the serpent's source. It is there where everything begins and will end...' She recalled his words and the four spirits he said would be their salvation as she sat their alone and silent with her heavy thoughts...

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||Warrior of Skyclan||Age- 27 Moons|| ||Crush- "..."|| ||Gender- Tom|| Apprentice: Runningpaw||Tags: Russetpaw and Runningpaw

Falconcry was already up with the rising sun. He hated to be caught up in the morning hustle and bustle anyway and had already groomed his short russet fur with disdain to clear the small grains of sand from his pelt. His feather, which hung loosely behind his ear, bobbed gently against his fur which signified his warrior status. Everyone in the clan had some sort of charm when they became warriors and added their paw prints to the Great Stone Wall. Such was tradition as well as deeply held superstitions. He rolled his amber eyes at such thoughts, the young tom had made it no secret he thought poorly of their animal spirits- after all, they had done little to help his parents nearly two seasons ago. Now all that was left of his family was his younger brother Russetpaw, a tom who was just as loud as himself, yet was far more clumsier then he could ever be. Falconcry sighed to himself at the thought of his more exuberant younger sibling. Though he may be irritable and hard on the kit, he was all he had left of their now small broken family, and the russet furred warrior would defend his younger sibling stubbornly despite his many many faults. Such was brotherly love and all that nonsense. Though Falconcry often got onto Russetpaw and laid into most times, he would never allow anyone to do the same to the young apprentice. Of course he never let anyone know he did this either, after all, he had an image to keep and he did not want others to think him going soft...

'Great, it's only dawn and I'm already irritated at the world!' Falconcry thought to himself with a scowl before thinking of his own apprentice, Runningpaw. He knew his little brother and his apprentice were close friends, but darn it all! They were sometimes downright trouble when they got together to create mischief for the clan. "I swear, if those two got into the ceremonial paint again, and placed muddy paw prints all over the camp, I'm going to give them more then just some tongue lashing! I'll threaten to throw them off the gorge itself!" Though the usual prickly tom was harsh with his words and sharp tongue, deep down, way deep deep down, he cared for his apprentice and wanted to prove to the clan that the little trouble makers would be fine warriors one day. Besides, it was not like both he and Whitewave had not tried to get the two to pay attention and behave. "I think I yowl at them more then I actually train Runningpaw..." Falconcry grumbled as he shook his pelt while the harsh morning sun began to heat their desert home. Finally decided to finish up his grumpy thoughts and fetch the two from their peaceful slumber.

The nimble lean tom padded over to the apprentice's den which was a hallowed out crack in the large stone of the plateaus rock face. Here a cool breeze could be felt wafting through the broken surface, the scents of many young cats sleeping soundly within as Falconcry rolled his eyes. "Still asleep? Of course..." He mumbled irritably to himself before sticking his head into the entrance and calling out loudly to those who dwelled inside, "Hey Runningpaw! Russetpaw! Wake up! Training's today, and if you two don't get your tails out here soon Pebblestar's going to hold back your warrior ceremonies a whole 'nother moon." Satisfied that he had now woken up every apprentice who thought they could sleep past dawn, Falconcry sat back on his rump with a huff, tail tip twitching with impatience as he awaited the familiar sound of the two apprentices that he both loved to hate, and yet, hated to love.

{ @horsestar10~ Of course, I would be more then happy to have that reserved for you, thank you for offering to take the position. All prophecy cat slots are now full.

@Everyone~ We are now ready to begin! All character information has been placed on the front page. If I got anything wrong or misplaced please let me know and I will fix it promptly. Also, be sure to check for mentors and apprentices, relationships and love interests, and the omens/prophecies in case you missed them. If any of you have any questions you are always welcome to PM me. Enjoy~

[Sleepy Little Kitty]

(I might not post until Friday. I will be babysitting tomorrow and Thursday which means I will be spending those two days at my employers house and since this is my first job with them.idk if I will have access to the internet)

[Ayashi]

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The sun slowly peaked from the distant mountains. It's warm light quickly covering ground and reveling the desert and all it's inhabitants. Birds of all species where already awake like he was, singing their unique songs quietly to each other until the yellow globe made itself known to the worlds. Now the feather fiends songs grew in volume, as if the rising sun was a silent single for them to cry louder.

A pair of lime green eyes watched this all from his perch on the rock face, his long black tail curled around the front of his white paws. Whitewave was fond of coming to this face of the cliff every morning since he and his sons had joined Skyclan. It was one of the few moments he could find peace and even comfort in the land that served as there haven, and their grave.

The black and white tom watched as the desert suddenly came to life, creatures of all shapes and sizes crawling, walking, or flying from their warm nest, and out to brave another life and death situation for the search of food. A gentle wind blew, ruffling the frogien warrior's owl feathers, which were two long primary feathers, and below those, were two secondary feathers. Unlike most warrior's, Whitewave did not have his feathers behind his ear or tucked in his mane. Instead he wore his on his shoulder blades. The brown and muted white feather's of the barn owl that he killed to get these items, was a startling contrast in color with his white and black fur. Indeed, Whitewave himself was different then the rest of the clan. While most were dark fur he was light, and while most where small and agile, he was tall and fast.

You see, Whitewave was not from the desert, nor Skyclan. He was born in the distant mountains, where his long limbs and tall structure made since. After all, you had to be tall and fast to see over the tall grass and climb the piles of lose rock that surrounded them. Somethings, late at night when everything was quiet, Whitewave would image he could still smell the scent of pine trees hanging over him as he sleep. The sounds of owls and the babbling brook that laid not far from his old clan's camp. Even the warmth of his younger brother and sister that always curled around him when they sleep, tucked away in the safety of the their hallow den.

Whitewave sighed, his shoulder slowly untensing from the action. He had wasted enough time up here. It was no longer safe.

With the grace that would make a swan green with envy, Whitewave rose from his seat, and turn back to camp, silently gliding across the rock and sand, back to camp.

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It was dark. The landscape before him covered in shadows, which seem to have a life force of it's own. The only light that the young tom could see was the strips of moonlight coming in from the cracks above. Taking a deep breath, the handsome warrior pressed on, gliding over the ground just as he had seen his father, Whitewave, done on countless occasions. His breath came out in puff's of steam, the hot air making contact with the cold air around him. Taking a gulp, Runningpaw slowly edged around the rocky corner, peaking from the side to see what beast laid there.

Imagine his shock and surprise when it was not the terrible beast, Saber, that laid there, but a beautiful she-cat. Her light grey fur glistened in the hole above her, filling the cavern with the celestial light of the moon. She appeared to be asleep from where she laid, which was right in the center of the hole above her, the light rising and falling of her chest to be given any clue. Walking as if in a trance, the orange eye tom creep closer, the healers words now becoming clear.

'Only her true love can break the spell with a kiss...'

Licking his suddenly chap lips, the tom loomed over the unaware she-cat, who remained asleep, curled in a small ball. Taking another breath, Runningpaw craned his neck down. Time seem to slow as the mighty warrior came closer to thoughs kissable lips.

Closer, and closer, and then...!

A wide grin spread across the sleeping tom's face. A trail of drool tracked it's way down from the corner of his mouth, pooling at the side. His right back paw twitched for a second, before stilling.

Runningpaw was fast asleep in the safety of the apprentice's den, jammed right next to Russetpaw, his best pal and adopted brother. The older apprentice had somehow fallen asleep flat on his back, tail furled out, and all four legs hanging in the air, his 'usual' sleeping position. Not many asked why he sleep that way, too use to the loud tom's doing things simple for the cause of 'doing' it. In fact one of his favorite catchphrases was 'Go for it!!'

Giving a low groan, Runningpaw shifted, lightly bumping into Russetpaw. His grin was now a full blow smile as his dream seem to be getting to the best part, right where the she-cat-!

"Hey Runningpaw! Russetpaw! Wake up! Training's today, and if you two don't get your tails out here soon, Pebblestar's going to hold back your warrior ceremonies a whole 'nother moon."

Runningpaw yowled, startled from his wonderful dream, and jumped up sharply. Once his feet found purchase back on the solid ground, the young tom stumbled, crashing into the now awake Russetpaw. Both cried out as they collapsed against each other.

"Son of an unamed she-cat! Foxdung," Runnigpaw cursed, now fully awake after that scare. His once smooth fur now stood straight up, only to lay slowly back against his spine once he realized there was no danger. He grumbled to himself about how unfair it was to wake a cat in the middle of a great dream, pulling himself upright, muttering a quick, 'Sorry', to Russetpaw, who didn't look pleased. Giving himself a shake, Runningpaw slowly walked out, making an effort to go as slow as he could, knowing that it could tick off his mentor more then anything.

"Don't ya know tha' it'z back luck to wake a sleeping cat? Ya goin' to be cursed." He told Falconcry, ears pin back against his skull. He was more upset about his smoking dream being disturbed than everything. Dang it, and just when it was getting interesting!!

[Taiyo]

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•Age: 31 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
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A familiar harsh screech turned his head skywards as a large shadow swooped over him bringing a gust of wind that tangled through his fur and rustled the dust. Stashed somewhere in his mane, his neck tingled with familiarity as the falcon of the sky danced across a domain a tom like him could never hope to reach.

He smirked at the familiar golden gaze, the angry shriek and the furious flap of wings, his tail flicking up in a mock wave as the tortoiseshell sketched a low bow. "Thank you for the feather again sweety." the warrior chuckled, knowing that the falcon wouldn't be able to hear his words or read his smug expression. Orangefury watched as the large bird folded its wings to its body and swooped downwards and disappeared into the backdrop of tall growing trees - only to resurface a moment later with a dark shadow clamped between its lethal claws. The warrior had always admired the skill and fury of the bird that granted him his warrior name - the falcon who's aim never strayed far from its target, who's flight is ever dominant and determined. As the shadow of his winged friend diminished in size, the warrior turned and began the treacherous hike back to camp.

Orangefury never understood why their ancestors chose such a place to set camp - it was impractical and dangerous and it made him wonder why no one ever voice out a suggestion to move to a safer territory. Set up on a plateau, Skyclan cats live on an island halfway to the sky. Dangerous drops surrounded their camp that protected and threatened their health. From up here, they were out of the Saber's lethal claws and teeth, yet from up here, they risk exposure of their kits to predators from the sky - not to mention the protective barrier they rely on to ward away the Saber would occasionally turn into a deathly drop for too-curious kittens. Worse, their main water source was located at the bottom of the gorge where the Saber dwelled. For just a simple sip of water, cats had to duel with death every time they walked out of camp - down from the plateaus way up high. Stuck on this island of rocks and dirt, they have no where to run to when danger arrives at their doorstep - they were literally under siege. The clan thrived on minimal food and water and only when the hunger and thirst became unbearable would one dare cross the territory of the Saber. It was a stupid place to set camp. But perhaps that's what really defined Skyclan cats - what really sets them apart from those forest dweller.

Perhaps it was their ancestors mistake, perhaps they haven't thought far ahead but their mistake, their decision bred cats who could stand the sun on their backs, who had the strength and agility to evade death posted at their doorsteps. They were tough cats - foolish cats yes, but very tough.

Hefting himself into camp, the warrior took time to brush off the dirt that clung to his fur from his dusty hike up. Once satisfied, the warrior literally skipped into camp, his mood happy as the skimpy prey he caught that morning swung from his jaws. It had been a refreshing hunt - illegal, since he had snuck out on his own and placed himself under a lot of danger without a lookout for the Saber - but he had survived, like the many other times he had snuck out. Perhaps he enjoyed the exhilaration from the forbidden act, perhaps it's because he have long adapted to the habits of the Saber and knew what to do to avoid death - whatever it was, Orangefury didn't regret his escapades. It wasn't as if the others didn't knew though and to rid himself of the guilt, Orangefury would often bring home fresh caught prey as an apology for risking his life so boldly.

Dropping the lizard on the small fresh-kill pile, the tortie's ears perked up curiously as the sounds of commotion rang from the apprentice's den. Lifting his head, the warrior's lips tilted upwards in a wry grin, not at all surprised to see Runningpaw up so early causing a ruckus.

[cup of cocoa]

snickers || she-kit || six moons || no crush

mood; annoyed and scared
at; skyclan territory
with; no one

Run! The sudden voice snapped her back to reality. She had been taking security within a leaf-bare bush, but the predator had finally identified her. Despite her brown coat, giving her the ability to blend in, the hawk's keen eyes had spotted her. It can't catch me within this bush, the she-kit retorted, although she knew that was a lie. If she stayed any longer, she would be bird food. Stop being stubborn, the voice snapped back, I'm not doing this for my benefit, I'm doing it for yours. Unless you want to die, hurry up and run! Frowning, the she-kit hurriedly scrambled to her feet. She was weak with fatigue and hunger, but she wasn't going to die. It wasn't her time.

This kitten was the persistent Snickers. She had somehow managed to survive, and she planned on continuing to do just that. Her eyes narrowed in the glare of the sun as she prepared to take off. The hawk was circling above her indecisively, trying to figure out what she was planning to do. She lowered her body, and suddenly took off in a sprint. She was a very agile kitten, even though she did have her moments of clumsiness. The hawk gave a screech of protest and dove toward her at an amazing speed. Even someone as fast as her couldn't outrun the steady glide of a bird. She just narrowly dodged the talons, running even faster, her heart pounding in anticipation. I can't die.. I can't! she thought. A surge of energy coursed through her as she ran. That's right, she wasn't going to give up. Not now. Even though she just wanted to die, she had a promise to keep. Over there, the voice urged, her eyes being directed to a hole in the ground. Isn't that a snake hole? she replied, incredulous. Well, if it is, either way your going to die. This is a flat plain, there is no where to hide except holes. That.. that was true. Snickers gave a snort, but hurried into the hole. She was, for once, very thankful for her small size. Her size allowed her to squeeze into the hole, and she wiggled her body around, trying to get even deeper within the earth. The hawk furiously dove at the hole, but was unable to reach its prey. It flapped it's wings in fury, but no matter how hard it tried, it was unable to grasp her. Finally, giving one more squawk, the bird flew away. It had been a narrow escape.

Snickers sat there, trying to regain her breath and calm her pounding heart. If it hadn't been for me, you would have been dead by now, the voice scoffed. The she-kit curled her lips in a small snarl, but it was obviously true. This wasn't the first time this mysterious voice had helped her. T-tha.. began Snickers, but she just couldn't think of saying it. Go ahead. Snickers's eyes glowered into the distance, which was meant toward the voice. Thank you! she thought quickly in disgust. There, I said it. Happy? The voice gave a pleased and amused chuckle. Getting riled up so easily won't do you any good, you know. The kit shrugged. So what? There isn't anyone around here who can lecture me about my attitude. There was a pause, before the voice replied, I suppose. But I'm telling you, you need to go up to those cats prowling around here. Your just a kit, and your a dependent individual. Being separated from your mother is quite the misfortune, and you don't even know how to hunt. You can't eat plants forever. Snickers's ears flattened, and she looked down. Her heart had calmed down. This was all very true. Even if I do go.. thought the brown kitten slowly, what makes you think those cats will accept me? I'm just a kitten, useless. And these cats are natives to this area it seems. I've seen one of them before. They've adapted to this landscape, to hunting. I've seen cats my age take down hares and jackrabbits and stuff. I can't do any of that. They know how to fight and defend themselves. I'd be nothing but another mouth to feed. There was no answer, and Snickers figured the voice had decided to go away.

"I'm a spirit, your spirit, to be exact. I'm the Fennec fox." One day Snickers had awoken to hear those words. Ever since, that Fennec fox had guided and protected her, giving her the best advice she could receive. Snickers frowned. She suddenly felt lonely. Although she always felt exasperated with the nagging voice, it was someone to talk to. A friend, in some sort. Not exactly, but it wasn't just an acquaintance, either. She didn't understand it. She's right. She referred to the spirit. I'm going to have to go up to the cats one day, willing or not. I'm on their territory, I've smelled their markings. I don't think they'll take kindly to another cat taking shelter on their land uninvited. She wiggled her way out of the hole when she was sure the bird was gone. Too bad for them, though. I'm not dying. Not yet, and I don't care if they like me being on their land or not. I need to eat and sleep, and I'll do so as I please. She raised her head up defiantly toward the sky. Come at me with all you've got, mother nature. This cat has a promise to keep.

[Sleepy Little Kitty]

(Lovely I have internet. Does anyone want to rp with Sootpaw or Lionwing? If so you can post while I feed the kids I'm babysitting lunch and I will reply after I eat x))